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on a still silent night, you’ll hear my soul

…stirring …whispering

…yearning …searching

…muffled

…silenced

…reduced to tacit throbs

…and colourless prisms,

…reflecting no_thing … embracing no_thingness,

…devoid of thoughts … wallowing in thoughtlessness.

will the world for once

allow me this

…the bliss

in

bliss…

…the joy

of

joy..

… of non-existence…

… of numbed resistance….

… oh such staunch resolve for a troubled ego.

until today,

this limpid cypher

is a (wanton) nymph no more….